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mrsjellymunson · 6 months ago

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Gah. They’re both down soooooo baaaaaad, and they’re so adorable it makes me want to vomit rainbows 🌈 🌈🌈

Rating: 18+, minors gtfo Chapter Summary: Quality Stobin time, Robin is a good best friend, Eddie tells Steve about his sobriety CW: Slight angst, drinking, discussion of drinking, drug usage and overdose, sobriety Tags: Alternate Universe - modern setting, Rock Star Eddie, Counselor Steve, Eddie is gay, Steve is bi, slow burn, eventual smut Word Count:2,367

Chapter 3<<>>Chapter 5

It’s not an exaggeration to say that was the best date of his life. The conversation flowed like he was with an old friend. The casual, gentle touches were like something you’d share with a long time lover. There was a connection happening that couldn’t be denied.

“It sounds like it was pretty perfect,” Robin says as she tops off Steve’s glass of wine. They’re on the living room floor of his apartment, picking apart every detail of his date with Eddie.

Their date ended several hours ago, and Steve wasted no time calling his soulmate in for reinforcements. “Ugh, Rob, it was! I thought for sure I fucked it up beyond repair with the whole ‘I had no idea you were a rock star, by the way I don’t like your band’ debacle, but he was so nice about it! He actually seemed to like the fact that I was so honest with him. And the chemistry? Babe I swear, it was…electric! Am I making a huge mistake with this though?”

Robin takes a sip of her wine and tilts her head in thought. “What do you mean? Men aren’t exactly my forte, but from what you’ve told me, he sounds pretty charming. A total nerd, granted, but charming nonetheless.”

“Nerds I can handle! I’ve been dealing with The Party for years. Eddie, though. He’s not your average nerd, he’s a fucking rock star, Robbie! They’re kind of notorious for being heartbreakers. Am I just setting myself up for getting my heart smashed to pieces?”

Defeated, Steve slumps back against the couch, scratching at the mud mask that’s drying on his face. Robin slaps his hand away and tsks at him. “Leave it! You need self care, so we’re doing self care! But I hear you, babe. Guys in his line of work don’t exactly have a great track record. They’re usually sluts, which, may I remind you, you’re kind of a slut yourself!”

“Hey! Not cool! I’m spilling my guts here, I need my best friend to support me, not insult me!”

“Not an insult, Dingus! Just stating facts. Look, I know you’ve got a big heart under all that chest hair, and you haven’t exactly had the best track record yourself. You’ve gone looking for love in everyone you’ve been with and it hasn’t worked out. Which is bullshit, because you’re amazing and all these idiots are clearly missing out! But from what you’ve told me, this guy seems genuinely smitten with you. Ask yourself this: did he try to get in your obnoxiously tight pants right away?”

Steve doesn’t even have to think about it. “No, of course not.”

“Excellent! And did he make the advance on you, or did you take the initiative and ask him out?”

“I asked him out…”

“Right! And despite the fact that you unknowingly shit on his profession-“

“Rob!”

“Am I wrong?! Despite that, did he still enthusiastically agree to go out with you?”

“Yes…”

“Great, let’s keep going! Was it then revealed on this date that he’s related to our sweet Southern belle Wayne?”

Steve laughs at the image of Wayne in a Scarlette O’Hara type dress. “Ok, I wouldn’t ever classify him as a ‘belle’ but yes. What’s your point?”

“I’m getting there, stick with me. Do you trust Wayne?”

Again, Steve doesn’t even have to think about it. Wayne has been nothing but kind to him from the start. “Absolutely, he’s the best.”

“So if Wayne saw you on a date with his nephew, and if his rock star nephew was a total scumbag, do you think Wayne would have been ok with this date in the first place?”

“I…guess not? He’s only ever had good things to say about Eddie.”

“So there you go! If you can’t trust yourself, then trust Wayne! Babe, I get that you’d be hesitant about this, and that you want to protect yourself. I do. But sometimes the risk is worth the reward. Just…don’t jump in dick first like you tend to do! Take your time with him, see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

Well. How can Steve argue with that? God, he loves this woman so much.

“Robbie. I love you so much.”

“I know you do babe. Now. Are we gonna Google him? Stalk the socials? What next?”

“Absolutely not! I kind of prefer not finding out anything that way. I’d rather hear his story from him, you know?”

Robin sighs and finishes her glass of wine. “You’re no fun.”

She’s got some good points, Steve has to admit. How many times did he jump into bed with someone hoping that it would lead somewhere, just for him to be sent home as soon as the fun was over, never to be called again? He doesn’t want to make the same mistake with Eddie. Maybe playing the long game is the best option here.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by his phone vibrating on the table. Picking it up, he practically chokes on his heart leaping into his throat.

🎸Eddie🎸: Hey Stevie! I know you said you’d call, and I tried my best to wait, but I just couldn’t do it

🎸Eddie🎸: I’m packing up to leave tomorrow morning and I can’t stop thinking about you

🎸Eddie🎸: Thank you for giving me a chance to get to know you… that was probably the best date I’ve ever been on, and I’m really looking forward to coming back in a few weeks. Name the time and the place and I’ll be there! Maybe even with bells on, so I don’t scare the shit out of you again 😈

“Oh god. I know that look. That’s him, isn’t it?! You’re so smitten it’s disgusting. Should I start planning the fall wedding now?”

“Hey, we’ve been over this babe, I’m trying not to get my hopes up here, so don’t even start joking about weddings!”

☕️Steve☕️: I had a really great time too! And I agree, best date ever ☺️

☕️Steve☕️: Just told Robin all about it and she thinks so too

🎸Eddie🎸: Aw sweetheart, you told your bestie about me?? All good things I hope 🤞

☕️Steve☕️: Of course! Except for the pickup lines, those have been truly atrocious

🎸Eddie🎸: You’re charmed by them, admit it!

☕️Steve☕️: never.

🎸Eddie🎸: Yeah right, I bet you’ve got that pretty blush on your face just thinking about it

“Rob, come here. Selfie.” Steve drags Robin closer to him and he snaps a picture of their mud-covered faces and goofy grins.

☕️Steve☕️: No blush here, no idea what you’re talking about

🎸Eddie🎸: Fuck, you two are so adorable I wanna scream 😩

☕️Steve☕️: Record it, maybe you can use it for your next album

🎸Eddie🎸: oh you little shit!

☕️Steve☕️: 😂

“Steven Elizabeth Harrington-“

“Not my middle name!”

“-you are smiling like an absolute idiot! I haven’t seen you like this maybe ever!”

He hasn’t felt like this maybe ever. The butterflies, the excitement, the newness of it all. It’s exhilarating. He leans against his best friend, rests his head on her shoulder. “I think I really like him.”

Robin, always knowing what he needs, gets her arm around him and scratches at his scalp. It’s like an off switch for his anxiety. “It’s ok to really like him, Steve. It’s ok to get all excited and twitterpated. And it’s totally ok to be scared too. Take things slow. Guard your heart. But let yourself enjoy it too, ok? You deserve to have someone fawn all over you.” Steve can’t help but smile. Robin is the best. “Now let’s wash this shit off our faces, it’s starting to itch.”

A few hours and a few glasses of wine later, Robin heads back home and Steve curls up in bed. His skin feels amazing thanks to the mud mask, and he’s a little buzzed - not just from the wine, but from the whole Eddie of the day. He reaches over to his nightstand where his phone is plugged in and brings up their texts from earlier, smiling at the exchange.

☕️Steve☕️: Hey Eds?

He doesn’t expect an immediate response. It’s getting late and Eddie has a flight in the morning. He might already be asleep, but Steve wants to try anyway. Before he can type what he wants to say, he gets a reply.

🎸Eddie🎸: Yes Stevie?

☕️Steve☕️: I think I really like you

🎸Eddie🎸: Well that’s a relief, because I think I really like you too.

☕️Steve☕️: You’re back home tomorrow night, right? I can call you then?

🎸Eddie🎸: Shit, you can call me now if you want to! I’m happy to hear from you any time sweetheart

Without even hesitating, Steve calls. Eddie picks up immediately.

“Hello there handsome.”

“Hey Eddie.”

“Oh, you sound sleepy, angel.”

“Yeah, I just crawled into bed. Robin left a little while ago. Ubered home.”

“You two get a little wild tonight?”

Steve giggles like a damn school girl. “Yeah if by ‘wild’ you mean a few glasses of cheap Pinot Grigio, mud masks, and Drag Race. Not exactly the wild life of a rock star, but pretty close, right?”

Eddie’s deep chuckle coming through the phone sends a tingle down his spine.

“These days it’s not far off! I’ve chilled out a lot over the last few years. All the partying wasn’t worth it.”

“Yeah? So what’s a wild night like for you now?”

“Well, ditch the wine, and swap out Drag Race for Game of Thrones or something equally nerdy, and that’s pretty much it. The mud mask sounds nice though! Might give that a try.”

“So do you not drink at all? Or it is like, an occasional thing?”

Eddie lets out a small sigh and Steve realizes he might have just crossed a line.

“Shit, sorry, it’s none of my business! You don’t have to answer that. I shouldn’t have asked in the first place.”

“No, no, it’s ok. I guess I was just hoping to wait on this conversation. But I want to know everything about you…it’s only fair that you know about me too. I uh…took the rock star thing a little too far a lot too many times. When we first started out it was constant partying. Drinks every night, weed, whatever. But as we got more popular and the venues got bigger, the parties started getting crazier too. People bringing all kinds of ‘party favors’ and shit. Coke, pills, you name it. We all indulged in it…when in Rome, you know?”

Eddie pauses for a moment to take a deep breath, and Steve waits, knowing there’s much more to this story.

“God, this is kinda embarrassing…I didn’t even realize how bad it got until I ended up getting my stomach pumped one night. I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t actually an overdose, I just partied a little too hard. Fuckin stupid. Chrissy was there when I came to and she slapped some sense into me. Like literally! When I was coherent again, she came up to my hospital bed with tear stains in her cheeks and slapped me right across the face. Fuck, did I deserve it. She said I scared the shit out of her, and if I didn’t stop with the booze and the drugs, she was going to leave. No more managing us, no more touring with us, she’d cut me off completely. Said she couldn’t just stand by and watch me kill myself. So I stopped. Didn’t have to do rehab or anything like that…didn’t really need to with the wake-up call she gave me. So yeah. Cold turkey. Never touched the stuff again. At first it was for her. I didn’t want to scare her like that again. But as time went on, I realized how much better I felt. How much clearer my head was. The rest of the guys chilled out a lot too. They just have a couple beers after our shows or whatever, maybe a joint. And I stick to my caffeine and cigs. It’s a lot better for all of us.”

Steve is kind of stunned into silence. Not because he’s put off by any of it, he’s just struck dumb by Eddie’s honesty. He can’t believe Eddie already trusts him enough to share this with him.

“Stevie? Did I lose you? Didn’t bore you sleep or send you running for the hills did I?”

“No! God, no! Sorry, I was just…surprised by that.”

“Surprised that I used to be a borderline addict?”

“Surprised that you could trust me with something so big.”

Eddie nervously clears his throat.

“So uh…that’s not like, a dealbreaker for you? My history with this stuff, and that I don’t drink?”

“No Eds. Not at all. Thank you for being honest. Can um…can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Is that a dealbreaker for you? That I drink sometimes? I don’t like, get plastered all the time or anything! Just some wine with Robin every now and then, sometimes a night out with her and The Party when our schedules align. Stuff like that?”

“No, not at all honey. It’s not like…a wicked temptation for me or anything. I just don’t partake anymore. Don’t feel like you can’t enjoy yourself around me, ok? If we get to spend more time together, which I’m hoping we will by the way! I want you to just be yourself, have fun the way you wanna have fun.”

“Are you sure? I don’t ever want to put you in a situation where you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh Stevie, you really are a sweetheart aren’t you? No honey, it’s fine. Seriously. The fact that you’re even concerned about that speaks volumes.”

“Ok…good.” Steve can’t control the tremendous yawn that escapes him then.

“Babydoll, you sound exhausted. You should get some sleep. I’ll talk to you soon, ok?”

“Yeah, I should crash. You get some sleep too, I hope you have a good flight tomorrow. Let me know when’s a good time to call, ok?”

“Absolutely. Sweet dreams, gorgeous.”

Steve absolutely does not blush. “Good night Eds.”

They hang up, his phone goes back on the nightstand, and Steve drifts off warm, happy, and hopeful.

Chapter 3<<>>Chapter 5

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